Chapter Eleven: Demons and Scholars (End)
Having finished cursing, Saint Watson turned and left the captain's cabin,
"Mr. Saint Watson, you have been awarded the order of the Holy Queen; you should feel a sense of responsibility and honor for it."
Andre's words remained stiff and formal.
"If the Lord doesn't care, neither do I."
Saint Watson slammed the door heavily.
...
The air was thick with the smell of blood, and a bloodstained skeleton lay sprawled over the ship's wheel.
Although they barely escaped the black rainstorm, remnants of the highly corrosive Disaster Water were still present everywhere on the ship. Enduring six minutes of the black deluge, the Dragon Flag ship, retrofitted from the seven-thousand-ton "Edgar," was covered in scars.
"Governor Qian, the brothers can't hold on any longer, we should retreat. As long as the green hills last, there will be wood to burn. From what I see, we might have encountered the Black Tea Tide," Xu Longsi croaked.
